Spring Onion Wrote:
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> The obese neighbor and dad are doing snow angels.
> Mom continues to drink heavily. On a plus note the
> obese neighbor has been helping me with a science
> project on bowels and seems genuinely interested.

Dear Spring,

You are a font of inspiration. Despite the odds, and some pretty fucking disgusting behavior in your house, you remain stalwart in your dedication to studying our shit-tubes. The education you are providing your disgusting and perverted neighbor may well save his life. If not he will probably use the illustrations to beat off to into a picture of Ralph Norman.

As they say the tide lifts all boats; your leadership in academics and resilience to the images of naked, obese neighbors is an inspiration to us all.
Also are we on for our meet-up at the PetsMart later today? Ill have a cold thermos of white russians - a sweet and delicious beverage intended to relax you a little. PS make sure to bring a change of underwear ;)

To harass a bright high school student is a new low. And we all know the real VGO is being impersonated again. My point about superior bowel people=truth. Complete assholes.

I got the day off work because of the snow. I went to Bob Evans for a late breakfast. I got the sunshine skillet which is a open faced omelette with sausage,cheese,sausage gravy and two big biscuits. I also got a side order of grits with plenty of butter along with three cups of coffee. A few hours later I ran through the Burger King drive thru and picked up a couple double bacon cheeseburgers and a large Sprite.
Look out bowels! you are going to be pushed to the limit.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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Spring=BrownOnion=VGOlollollollollollollollol

Impersonating, stealing names, and putting up crapping gifs. You're a lowlife who deserves to be the miserable fuck you are. Still living in moms basement aren't you dickwad?

Miscavage11 Wrote:
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> Impersonating, stealing names, and putting up
> crapping gifs. You're a lowlife who deserves to be
> the miserable fuck you are. Still living in moms
> basement aren't you dickwad?

You poor stupid animal - scat freak and resident dunce. I almost feel sorry for you. How are your bowels?

Instead of belly aching about preventable problems, stop eating fast foods, and limit your sugar and salt intake. One would think common sense. Get to know the produce manager st your local grocer. Select cantaloupe, apples, oranges, blueberries and so forth. You'll save money and feel better.

Advise Onion Wrote:
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> Instead of belly aching about preventable
> problems, stop eating fast foods, and limit your
> sugar and salt intake. One would think common
> sense. Get to know the produce manager st your
> local grocer. Select cantaloupe, apples, oranges,
> blueberries and so forth. You'll save money and
> feel better.

I will eat hot dogs deviled eggs and Oreos. My bowels my choice.

Boiled Onion Wrote:
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> Advise Onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Instead of belly aching about preventable
> > problems, stop eating fast foods, and limit
> your
> > sugar and salt intake. One would think common
> > sense. Get to know the produce manager st your
> > local grocer. Select cantaloupe, apples,
> oranges,
> > blueberries and so forth. You'll save money and
> > feel better.
>
> I will eat hot dogs deviled eggs and Oreos. My
> bowels my choice.


Agree with you that the grocery store is Bullshit, but how do your bowels handle such delicacies? My fish would fall out.

Breakfast burrito. What was I thinking? My poor bowels!

Leave for a few days and this is the result. Unbelievable.

Verified Green Onion Real 111 Wrote:
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> Leave for a few days and this is the result.
> Unbelievable.


Welcome back. A lot of anger and aggression unfortunately but hope you are doing well. While I disagree with Brown Onion racism, he and others have been harassed here.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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My> fish would fall out.

Agreed that the amount of ill will here is at an all time high. Superior Bowels types mock our physical problems while our leader takes the majority of the attacks out of leadership and courage. Its amazing how bitter these people are - I feel sorry for them. I wont let it ruin my mood though as I had a very wonderful evening with the teen Spring O in the back of my Van.

The obese neighbor and dad are farting walking around the house. I want to sleep in after playing Nintendo Switch until 4 am. This is a rude way to be woken up and they didn't leave me any breakfast.

Spring Onion Wrote:
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> The obese neighbor and dad are farting walking
> around the house. I want to sleep in after playing
> Nintendo Switch until 4 am. This is a rude way to
> be woken up and they didn't leave me any
> breakfast.


Trying to decipher if real spring onion or not. If the case is there a restaurant without unleaded or premium close by?

As the snow melts away, the car will become cleaned by wetbacks then run over wetbacks. Recycling.

The local grocer guy is weird af!

Brown Onion Wrote:
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I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!
I keep posting 4 more pics<Yummy!

Spring Onion Wrote:
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> The obese neighbor and dad are farting walking
> around the house. I want to sleep in after playing
> Nintendo Switch until 4 am. This is a rude way to
> be woken up and they didn't leave me any
> breakfast.


Seems like your dad and the obese neighbor are unemployed sharing a lot of free time together. I think the imposter Spring may have nailed the scenario here kid.

Sorry your dad is an unemployed Homosexual with low standards in his lovers.

Pictures appear to be of healthy, bountiful bowels. By the shear volume Im surprised the models are not larger in girth. I would say its rare I have bowel movements that large. A lot could be learned from the fine quality and motility of the fecal product herein.

I find the model with the delightful smile to be enchanting as she lets us in on her most natural yet private functions. Lets all keep an open mind as we view the pure and natural state of normal bodily functions.

Image blocking onion Wrote:
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> Image blocking onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > boiled onion Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > For those of you who use Firefox you can
> easily
> > > block all the images on this thread with this
> > > add-on,
> > >
> > >
> >
> https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/eas
>
> >
> > > y-image-blocker/
> > >
> > > If you use chrome you can block images with
> > this,
> > >
> > >
> >
> https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/image-bl
>
> >
> > > ocker/mkhbghdfcdepfhgeklhdhlmdldiiaajp?hl=en
> > >
> > > If you browse with Safari the image blocking
> is
> > > already in your browser. You just need to
> > enable
> > > it,
> > >
> > > Open Safari and go to Preferences, then click
> > on
> > > the Advanced tab. There's a checkbox at the
> > bottom
> > > titled "Show Develop menu in menu bar". Check
> > that
> > > then close the Preferences window.
> > >
> > > You'll notice that in your menu bar between
> > > Bookmarks and Window you have a menu called
> > > Develop. Near the bottom of that menu list is
> > > Disable Images — click it. Now your
> browsing
> > > experience is image free!
> >
> >
> > Just bumping this post to remind everyone how
> easy
> > it is to block all the childish images on this
> > thread.

who would be stupid enough to use any of those browsers to visit this sewer of a site? ALL of those are tracked and the data is stored and shared by dozens of organizations - you want everyone knowing you post on a scat site on ffxu???

You would have to be a real moron to visit this place without protection from detection.

you ipAddress is for sale Wrote:
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> who would be stupid enough to use any of those
> browsers to visit this sewer of a site? ALL of
> those are tracked and the data is stored and
> shared by dozens of organizations - you want
> everyone knowing you post on a scat site on
> ffxu???
>
> You would have to be a real moron to visit this
> place without protection from detection.


How are your bowels.

I am thrilled John Bolton is the new National Security Advisor. People have tried to accuse President Trump of every conceivable crime since day 1, but his bowels have held true, despite others in DC being disemboweled symbolically at least for their failure to live up to his standards.

I will soon be going out in the community with Bristol Stool Guides that are better quality, and am happy that another white successful person is where they deserve to be.

to VG persona SO Wrote:
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> spring onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was sleeping in this morning till my Dad took
> a
> > horrific dump without turning on the exhaust
> fan.
> > It caused me to wake up choking. I hate it when
> > school gets cancelled.
> > My Dad is home from work today but my Mom and
> our
> > obese neighbor are at work. I hope my Dad does
> not
> > try and bond with me today.
>
> Hey spring - you are one teen scat obsessed
> ingrate arent you? Dad provides food and shelter,
> you go to the best schools in the country, have
> clothes to wear, access to the best doctors yet
> you seem to have the time to come to this middle
> aged man scat fetish thread to tell us how hard
> your life is because your dad's poop smells. What
> does yours smell like you useless fuck? Vanilla
> ice cream?
>
> Shit in your palm and jerk off with it and please
> STFU


FUCK OFF NIGGER

Matilda truly stinks
rancidlyMatilda truly stinks
rancidlyMatilda truly stinks
rancidlyMatilda truly stinks
rancidlyMatilda truly stinks
rancidlyMatilda truly stinks
rancidly

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> I am thrilled John Bolton is the new National
> Security Advisor.

Bolton is of course the man who most promoted US invasion of Iraq - the biggest disaster for the US and possibly the world in the last 50 years.

Bolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement isBolton Judgement is

MR MEESEEKS Wrote:
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> to VG persona SO Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > spring onion Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I was sleeping in this morning till my Dad
> took
> > a
> > > horrific dump without turning on the exhaust
> > fan.
> > > It caused me to wake up choking. I hate it
> when
> > > school gets cancelled.
> > > My Dad is home from work today but my Mom and
> > our
> > > obese neighbor are at work. I hope my Dad
> does
> > not
> > > try and bond with me today.
> >
> > Hey spring - you are one teen scat obsessed
> > ingrate arent you? Dad provides food and
> shelter,
> > you go to the best schools in the country, have
> > clothes to wear, access to the best doctors yet
> > you seem to have the time to come to this
> middle
> > aged man scat fetish thread to tell us how hard
> > your life is because your dad's poop smells.
> What
> > does yours smell like you useless fuck?
> Vanilla
> > ice cream?
> >
> > Shit in your palm and jerk off with it and
> please
> > STFU
>
>
> FUCK OFF NIGGER

You sound upset, how are your bowels?

5am guy takes the dumps while the city sleeps.

Moons over my Hammy. What was I thinking? My poor bowels!

Unique bus ride to school. The obese neighbor wearing pink hair curlers was the driver in a spaghetti dress. Dad sat behind him drinking beer, and smoking cigarettes as both farted. It was a terrible ride in, as the obese neighbor crashed into cars and trash cans. We did make it in safely, but I hope the regular bus driver is working this afternoon.

There truly are savages among us here and everywhere. Yet sending me a private message of a woman's starfish falling out is truly disgusting.

I'm happy to report the salad, falafel, and water is settling well. Yet part of me worries about the bowels churning, and looking like an upside down burrito bowl.

Spring Onion Wrote:
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> Unique bus ride to school. The obese neighbor
> wearing pink hair curlers was the driver in a
> spaghetti dress. Dad sat behind him drinking beer,
> and smoking cigarettes as both farted. It was a
> terrible ride in, as the obese neighbor crashed
> into cars and trash cans. We did make it in
> safely, but I hope the regular bus driver is
> working this afternoon.


Spring I have reported this incident to the FCPS Dept of Transportation. Bowel problems do not excuse dangerous operation of a county school bus nor consumption of alcohol or tobacco on school property. Though the spaghetti dress was a nice touch, dangerous driving is serious where kid are involved.

How come your dad is never working?

Eating a lot of candy lately - my bowels my choice. Makes my farts smell bad.

Impersonating again? You should get an education/job.

Going through the lunch line, I was surprised to find the obese neighbor dressed up as the lunch lady. Dad was loading all kinds of unhealthy foods on other students plates such as pizza and cookies. The obese neighbor did his best as a cashier, but dad kept hitting him with a whip, and telling him he sucked and was a complete loser. The assistant principal got winked at as he intervened.

Just enjoyed Popeyes fried chicken, along with their beans and rice. Had a chocolate shake that was tasty. My bowels my choice.

Boiled Onion Wrote:
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> Just enjoyed Popeyes fried chicken, along with
> their beans and rice. Had a chocolate shake that
> was tasty. My bowels my choice.


Al Copeland named his restaurant chain, Popeye's Mighty Good Fried Chicken, after Popeye Doyle, Gene Hackman's character in the film The French Connection (1971). The chain that grew from the one restaurant became Popeye's Famous Fried Chicken.

Spinning signz on Fairfax Boulevardz. The sunz rayz allowz for lezz clothez. Got bunz out to show the goodz. Just 19 dollarz bayz in bayz fun. Your girlfriendz or wivez not find out!

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> There truly are savages among us here and
> everywhere. Yet sending me a private message of a
> woman's starfish falling out is truly disgusting.
>
> I'm happy to report the salad, falafel, and water
> is settling well. Yet part of me worries about the
> bowels churning, and looking like an upside down
> burrito bowl.


hmmm, never though of sending private messages - would you prefer that to the public drubbing with gifs?

Brown Onion Wrote:
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woman's starfish falling outwoman's starfish falling outwoman's starfish falling outwoman's starfish falling outwoman's starfish falling out

Giffy Onion Wrote:
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> Brown Onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > There truly are savages among us here and
> > everywhere. Yet sending me a private message of
> a
> > woman's starfish falling out is truly
> disgusting.
> >
> > I'm happy to report the salad, falafel, and
> water
> > is settling well. Yet part of me worries about
> the
> > bowels churning, and looking like an upside
> down
> > burrito bowl.
>
>
> hmmm, never though of sending private messages -
> would you prefer that to the public drubbing with
> gifs?


I'm glad my bowels are faulty. You have bigger problems. Mainly a small brain that's got serious issues. As much as my bowels and fish hurt it beats brain damage.

Brown Onion Wrote:
my bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurtmy bowels and fish hurt

If you want to attack Brown Onion, fine, but there are others of us who have done you no harm.

For most spring break and a weekend is fun for students. For me its surviving my dad and the obese neighbors pizza eating fart sessions, and having to do chores around the house. Mom said that I'm only allowed two hours of Nintendo a day. I am very upset and feel this is unfair.

Dave Johns Wrote:
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> If you want to attack Brown Onion, fine, but there
> are others of us who have done you no harm.


I think you misunderstand, he goes out of his way to log in under Brown Onion just so he gets more pictures posted - they are never posted in reply to anyone but him. I suspect he is the same person posting the disgusting pictures. He just logs out and pretends to be stalking himself. Not good.

Spring Onion Wrote:
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> For most spring break and a weekend is fun for
> students. For me its surviving my dad and the
> obese neighbors pizza eating fart sessions, and
> having to do chores around the house. Mom said
> that I'm only allowed two hours of Nintendo a day.
> I am very upset and feel this is unfair.

Pretty bad character development - not many HS teens are into Nintendo. Mostly online gaming and maybe PS. Not Nintendo. Your fiction skillz suck.

Got goulash here. My rectum what's left of my fish goulash.

Interesting discussion. In now in early 50's and have found foods that used to settle fine don't anymore. Heartburn OTC and constipation OTC meds have been used. I'm hoping to avoid the enema but it probably is a matter of time

Got Signz spinning on Fairfax Boulevardz! Come on down and step up to bayz in bayz specialz. Drink beerz and pile drive these bunz for just a few dollarz. Coinz ok if lotz of them!

The fake postings are not as good as they used to be.

I am leaving for my forced camping and fishing trip with my Dad and the obese neighbor in a hour or two. My mom packed me a nice cooler with healthy foods. I am not looking forward to this but Tuesday my Dad will drop me off at my Grandma's house down near Richmond and I get to stay with her the rest of the week and I am looking forward to that. Grandma is taking me to look at Richard Bland junior college as I think I might like to go there after I graduate high school.
My Dad says that eating fresh caught fish that is cooked over a open campfire is very bowel friendly, we will see.
The worst thing about this trip is 3 days with no internet or even cell service. I have my nook that is fully charged and two portable batteries also fully charged so at least I can watch a few movies and play a few games. My Dad and the neighbor are bringing 4 cases of Busch beer along with a whole bunch of greasy food like hamburgers and chicken leg quarters.
I have never pooped in the woods before but I might have to do just that on this trip.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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I Look at my anus with a mirrorI Look at my anus with a mirrorI Look at my anus with a mirrorI Look at my anus with a mirrorI Look at my anus with a mirrorI Look at my anus with a mirrorI Look at my anus with a mirror

Walt Whitman Wrote:
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> Interesting discussion. In now in early 50's and
> have found foods that used to settle fine don't
> anymore. Heartburn OTC and constipation OTC meds
> have been used. I'm hoping to avoid the enema but
> it probably is a matter of time

Why not eat some Leaves of Grass to help your Ass?

One last post before I leave for camping. Dad and the Obese neighbor went back to the liquor store to get some Wild Turkey and Jaeger - they say it helps keep you warm in your sleeping bag. Dad found my Nook and said he would let me bring it so long as I downloaded a movie called 'Deliverance' - I dont know any of the actors in it but when I googled it there were a lot of wav files with pigs squealing so I figure its a nature film or something.

I saw so many unhealthy foods packed in the car - when I asked my dad about the giant Crisco container he mumbled something about frying up chicken wings but there are no chicken wings packed in the cooler. The Obese neighbors bag was open and I saw some unusual bobbers in there they looked like rubber balls attached to a gag or something. Also he had full body yellow latex long johns with glitter in the crotch area and no material in the seat area - he said it was open incase he had to go at night.

Mom packed wet ones for when I go in the woods and grandma slipped me a pocket knife, a small lock for my sleeping bag and a can of mace...

spring onion Wrote:
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> The fake postings are not as good as they used to
> be.
>
> I am leaving for my forced camping and fishing
> trip with my Dad and the obese neighbor in a hour
> or two. My mom packed me a nice cooler with
> healthy foods. I am not looking forward to this
> but Tuesday my Dad will drop me off at my
> Grandma's house down near Richmond and I get to
> stay with her the rest of the week and I am
> looking forward to that. Grandma is taking me to
> look at Richard Bland junior college as I think I
> might like to go there after I graduate high
> school.
> My Dad says that eating fresh caught fish that is
> cooked over a open campfire is very bowel
> friendly, we will see.
> The worst thing about this trip is 3 days with no
> internet or even cell service. I have my nook that
> is fully charged and two portable batteries also
> fully charged so at least I can watch a few movies
> and play a few games. My Dad and the neighbor are
> bringing 4 cases of Busch beer along with a whole
> bunch of greasy food like hamburgers and chicken
> leg quarters.
> I have never pooped in the woods before but I
> might have to do just that on this trip.


This is not good spring onion. When I was young and in scouts I crapped in the woods. You do have youth to rely on but its not fun. And I wish you didn't have to be with these two men all weekend.

spring onion Wrote:
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> The fake postings are not as good as they used to
> be.
>
> I am leaving for my forced camping and fishing
> trip with my Dad and the obese neighbor in a hour
> or two. My mom packed me a nice cooler with
> healthy foods. I am not looking forward to this
> but Tuesday my Dad will drop me off at my
> Grandma's house down near Richmond and I get to
> stay with her the rest of the week and I am
> looking forward to that. Grandma is taking me to
> look at Richard Bland junior college as I think I
> might like to go there after I graduate high
> school.
> My Dad says that eating fresh caught fish that is
> cooked over a open campfire is very bowel
> friendly, we will see.
> The worst thing about this trip is 3 days with no
> internet or even cell service. I have my nook that
> is fully charged and two portable batteries also
> fully charged so at least I can watch a few movies
> and play a few games. My Dad and the neighbor are
> bringing 4 cases of Busch beer along with a whole
> bunch of greasy food like hamburgers and chicken
> leg quarters.
> I have never pooped in the woods before but I
> might have to do just that on this trip.


Grow a pair nancy boy!

The obese neighbor is admiring dad dressed up as Ryan Seacrest. I'm not sure Ryan Seacrest has a beer belly, smokes and drinks but such is life. Seeing the obese neighbor in a tight pink outfit on the stripper pole is something I'm still dealing with. Mom continues to drink but grandma said she will play monopoly with me later.

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